"Brother, Happy New Year..." Before falling asleep, Tang Junhe murmured with his arms around Yang Xuan maintaining his last trace of consciousness. Yang Xuan wanted to take a bath, but Tang Junhe's head lay on his chest, and he curled up in a ball and hugged him, and fell asleep like a small animal. After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and pulled the blanket on the side to cover him. Then put his hands on Tang Junhe's waist, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning, Tang Junhe was awakened by the sunlight. The curtains were not drawn the night before, and the early morning sunlight shone in brightly and shone on them. The first day of the new year is a good day after the snow. Tang Junhe lay on Yang Xuan's shoulder, staring at a small pool of stains on the carpet in a daze.

That's all they did? New Year's Eve a few hours ago? It's too soon... Isn't it a dream?

Rao has always thought about Yang Xuan in one way or another, and at this moment he also feels unreal as if in a dream. The tearing pain in the lower body has not been relieved in the slightest after a night's rest, and there is a feeling of fatigue in the whole body, but the heart is full of satiety.

"Woke up?"

Yang Xuan's voice was close to his ear, and Tang Junhe lifted his head from him, looked at him and said, "Brother..."

Yang Xuan sat up from the carpet, leaned his back against the window sill, and rubbed one hand on the shoulder that Tang Junhe had been pillowed all night. He moved his shoulder and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Tang Junhe's face flushed with blood, and he lay sideways on the carpet and whispered: "It hurts..."

After a while, he didn't hear Yang Xuan's reply. He got up from the carpet, moved upwards, and lay a pillow on Yang Xuan's lap through the blanket, looked at him from bottom to top, hesitated to speak: "Brother, can I ask you a question..."

The wet hair from last night was a bit messy at the moment, Yang Xuan put his hands on his hair and smoothed it casually twice: "What?"

Tang Junhe hesitated for a moment before asking: "Have you ever done it with someone else..."

"What did you do?" Yang Xuan asked knowingly.

Hearing the teasing in his voice, Tang Junhe didn't take the bait, but just looked at him and said, "You know."

"Who am I going to do it with?" Yang Xuan looked down at him and patted his face with his hand, "Except for you begging me so actively."

The blood in Tang Junhe's body kept rushing up to his head. He stretched out his hand and tried to touch Yang Xuan's abdominal muscles. Seeing that Yang Xuan didn't intend to stop him, he spread his blood. Paste it with open hands. After a while, he rolled over on his face, leaning his elbows on the carpet, and licked a tight muscle.

Yang Xuan pinched his chin and looked at him: "It's almost nine o'clock."

Tang Junhe immediately sat up on his knees. At this time in the past, Tang Xiaonian would knock on the door to wake him up. If he couldn't wake up, he would open the door and go in. But today there was no movement outside. Getting up together, the things left in his body last night began to flow out, he said to Yang Xuan with some warmth: "Brother, your things are left inside..."

Yang Xuan put on the T-shirt he wore after taking a shower last night, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Will you take a shower with me later?"

Tang Junhe hurriedly took his pajamas and put them on his head, stammering: "No, I, I will wash it myself."

He put on his clothes, put on his slippers and walked to the door, leaned against the door to listen to the movement outside, then opened the door a small crack, saw no one outside, and then quickly went back to his room.

As soon as he returned to his room, he threw himself on his bed and buried his face in the quilt. For some reason, even though he had done the most intimate and most desired thing with Yang Xuan, his mood was not as excited and excited as expected. It hurts in the back, the kind of pain I have never experienced since I was a child, and it hurts more than the last time I almost fell from the mountain.

Just now Yang Xuan did ask him if it hurts, but when he said it hurt, he didn't respond, which made Tang Junhe feel a little wronged. After they woke up, they didn't hug or kiss, only teasing and bantering from his brother Yang Xuan. Why did he do it to himself? Is it out of involuntary or out of their own temptation? Does he like himself? How does he feel about this relationship? A series of questions flooded Tang Junhe's mind, making him feel out of breath.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, followed by Tang Xiaonian's voice: "Xiaohe, are you awake?"

"Wake up." Tang Junhe lifted his face from the quilt, turned over and sat under the quilt.

"I'm going in." Tang Xiaonian said, turning the doorknob and walking in. "Did you sleep late last night? Someone set off fireworks so late."

The sitting position exacerbated the pain behind him, Tang Junhe tried his best to behave naturally, when he heard Tang Xiaonian say this, his nerves tightened: His mother wouldn't have heard it last night, right? But then he relaxed, because Tang Xiaonian didn't show any abnormal reaction.

"I just thought you didn't sleep well last night, so I let you sleep a little longer in the morning, get up quickly, and my aunt will come over to clean up later." Tang Xiaonian came over and reached out to touch Tang Junhe's broken hair on his forehead Pushing aside, "Did you sweat at night?"

Tang Junhe reached out to touch his forehead uncomfortably: "Is there?"

"Is the floor heating too hot?" Tang Xiaonian said, "I'll adjust the temperature of your room in a while. I don't even know if I'm sweating. You, you, when will you look a little 16?"

"Mom, I'm already 17." Tang Junhe said with his chin resting on his knee.

"17, what 17, my birthday hasn't passed yet." Tang Xiaonian stretched out his hand to touch Tang Junhe's forehead again, and muttered, "Why does it feel a little hot to the touch, don't you have a fever?"

Tang Junhe looked up at Tang Xiaonian.

"Does your throat hurt?" Tang Xiaonian asked.

Tang Junhe shook his head.

"How can you have a fever when it's not cold at home? You're so old and your body is so weak..." Tang Xiaonian muttered, and walked out of the room to the hall to find a thermometer. As soon as he went out, he bumped into Yang Xuan who came out of the room to take a shower. Tang Xiaonian shut his mouth subconsciously, his steps turned to one side, without looking at Yang Xuan, he went straight to the medicine storage cabinet.

After measuring the temperature, it was 37 degrees 6. Tang Xiaonian pinched the thermometer: "I have a low-grade fever, does it leave a runny nose? Do you have a headache?" Seeing that Tang Junhe just shook her head, she frowned, "I don't feel anything? Then how could I have a fever?" , how about I take you to the hospital after dinner?"

Tang Junhe quickly shook his head again: "My throat hurts a bit."

"Then you just said it doesn't hurt." Tang Xiaonian gave him a reproachful look, "Take some anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medicine first."

Tang Xiaonian found the medicine for Tang Junhe, watched him swallow it with water, and then walked out of the room. The housekeeping aunt has already come over and is cleaning Yang Xuan's room. Seeing Yang Xuan coming back from the shower, she points to the piled up carpet in the corner and asks, "Xiao Xuan, do you want to wash this?"

"Well," Yang Xuan said, "I'll take it to the dry cleaner downstairs in a while."

"It was clean yesterday. If it's only a little dirty, I'll help you clean it." The auntie suggested enthusiastically, and then went to pull the carpet to look.

Yang Xuan couldn't stop it, so he had to explain: "I spilled milk on it yesterday, let's dry clean it."

Hearing what he said, the aunt didn't look carefully, let go of the carpet and said, "Then I'll take it for you when I leave later."

"I'm going out soon, so I'll just take it with me," Yang Xuan said, "I won't trouble you."

As soon as Tang Junhe locked the bathroom door and turned on the shower, Tang Xiaonian followed and knocked on the door: "Why take a bath early in the morning when you have a fever? Are you not afraid of catching a cold?"

"I sweated in bed last night." Tang Junhe refused to come out, and said through the door.

"Your room isn't hot, why are you sweating so much?" Tang Xiaonian couldn't rush in and drag him out, so he could only walk away muttering.

Tang Junhe wanted to get out what Yang Xuan left in his body, but he didn't dare to do it as soon as he touched the back. It was tightly closed, and he refused to hold even a single finger of his own. , I don’t know how they broke into Yang Xuan’s things last night. He gritted his teeth and stretched his fingers in with pain. He cleaned it up. The shower was turned on to the maximum and poured it on his head. His face was covered with water. He rinsed his hands clean and wiped his face away. on the water.

Yang Chengchuan went out early in the morning to condolences to the people in the countryside. At this moment, his face full of being close to the people was broadcast on TV. "On the first day of the New Year, Deputy Mayor Yang Chengchuan led a group of people to Qishan Town to condolences to the lonely elderly in the town, and brought them daily necessities such as quilts and cotton clothes. Deputy Mayor Yang said..." Tang Xiaonian walked Beside the coffee table, I picked up the remote control and changed the TV channel.

After Tang Junhe took a shower, as soon as he got out of the shower, he saw half of Yang Xuan's shoulder flashing past, and then there was the sound of the door closing—Yang Xuan went out.

Tang Junhe returned to the room and lay down on the bed with a confused look on his face. They did it last night, and it was indeed what he wanted to happen, but what would happen next? Do you want to keep doing this? Maybe Yang Xuan will do it with him, but what's the point? Only then did Tang Junhe realize belatedly that whether he does it or not is not the same as whether he likes it or not—Yang Xuan did it with him, but it doesn't mean Yang Xuan likes him.

Tang Junhe sullenly took out the cigarette case he picked up last night from the drawer, and looked at the English words on the back. He memorized things very quickly, and he memorized all the meanings of those words after only looking it up once.

What to do with this thing? Directly to the police? But will the police care? He remembered the times when he reported to the police that Zhou Lin was following him, and the police dismissed him on the pretext of "no substantial harm" and "no actual evidence". It is true that the police in the urban area of ​​Runcheng seem to be more responsible and dedicated than those in the suburbs, but will they go to all lengths to investigate the source because of this cigarette? Is this cigarette considered a drug, and will it be a crime to lure others to inhale it? Also, what if the police went directly to Feng Bo after getting the cigarette, and he denied it? Without direct and strong evidence, he is likely to be dismissed as before...

***

Half an hour later, Yang Xuan went out and came back. Tang Xiaonian was sitting on the sofa watching a TV series, but he didn't look back when he heard the sound. But unexpectedly, Yang Xuan ignored her and walked directly to Tang Junhe's door and knocked on the door.

A melon seed was stuck between the two rows of teeth, Tang Xiaonian didn't knock it down for a long time, he watched Yang Xuan knock on his son's door dumbfounded, and didn't know how to react for a while.

Tang Junhe was lying on the bed with his pillow in his arms, staring at the cigarette case in his hand. When he heard someone knocking on his door, he quickly opened the drawer of the bedside table and put the cigarette case in. Hearing the knock on the door, Tang Junhe didn't make a sound at first, guessing who was behind the door—Tang Xiaonian usually didn't knock on the door during the day, she would push the door directly and come in, even if she knocked, it was usually accompanied by her voice . As for Yang Xuan, he wouldn't even knock on his door, he never entered his room at all. Maybe Yang Chengchuan? Tang Junhe thought so, turned his head and said, "Please come in."

The door was pushed open, Tang Junhe opened his eyes wide, it turned out to be Yang Xuan...

"So surprised?" Yang Xuan walked in and put the bag in his hand on the bed, "What are you doing?"

Tang Junhe turned over from the bed and sat up: "Brother... why are you here?"

Yang Xuan sat sideways beside his bed, stretched out his hand to his forehead: "Come and see you, do you have a fever?"

Tang Junhe looked like he couldn't believe it: "A little bit."

"I checked it on the Internet, it should be an inflammation." Yang Xuan took out a slender tube of ointment from the bag, unscrewed the cap with one hand, and patted his waist with the other hand, "Lie down and I'll give it to you." Take the medicine."

"Where is the paint..." Tang Junhe asked in a daze.

Yang Xuan had a half-smile, "Where did you say Tu?"

Tang Junhe woke up like a dream, and after realizing it, he held the ointment in Yang Xuan's hand and stammered: "I, I will do it myself..."

Yang Xuan didn't let go, but just looked at him unmoved.

Tang Junhe could only turn his back to Yang Xuan, and buried his face in the pillow. He felt his pajama pants were ripped off by Yang Xuan and strangled at the base of his thigh. A finger dipped in ointment touched his back, and it was so cool that he shivered.

"Pain?" Yang Xuan's voice came from above his head, and Tang Junhe shook the back of his head twice.

Tang Junhe felt that finger stretched in again, and applied the ointment on the inner wall. Strangely, Yang Xuan's finger stretched in and it didn't hurt as much as he stretched it in himself. Knowing that he was taking medicine, he still reacted disappointingly. The back hurts, but it seems to be more than just pain, and I feel a little wronged, but it seems to be more than just grievances.

Tang Junhe turned his face to Yang Xuan, and whispered, "Brother, it hurt so much last night..."

Yang Xuan's movements paused, and after a few seconds he said, "Does it hurt? Then I won't do it from now on."

"I didn't mean that..." Tang Junhe became anxious when he heard it.

Hearing Yang Xuan's faint smile, he realized that he had been teased again. Tang Junhe doesn't like to be teased, he is a serious person in everything he does, he looked elsewhere with red eyes, and said softly: "Brother, I mean, can you be gentler to me next time? I've never done it with anyone else, it's the first time with you..."

Yang Xuan was silent for a while, then pulled out the finger that had finished applying the medicine, and screwed on the lid of the ointment.

Tang Junhe hoped that his brother would lean down and kiss him mercifully, just like last night, but Yang Xuan didn't do that, he just put the ointment back into the bag and exhorted like a brother: " Apply it again at night, remember to take anti-inflammatory medicine.”

Tang Junhe buried his head back in the pillow, pointed the back of his head at him, and said nothing in anger. Yang Xuan reached out and rubbed his hair, without saying anything, got up and walked out.

When leaving the room, Yang Xuan glanced at the desk in the corner and saw the two Transformers. He recognized that they were given to Tang Junhe by him. It turned out that they were so much smaller than in memory. The thought flashed past.